Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, Most of these shouldn't be next to us
We keep our distance from those, acting like hoes
Zany imposed, in my clothes, cubics is gold
Ya wig'll get told, put the realest
Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya shot
Straight to the top now, they want a third on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the on when I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the safe and here's a slug 'for I shake
Ya smoke faster me with a eighth
Or yet a [wet](undefined) break on a plate
ya faith, all senses covered in tape
Fuckin' with boys in blue, chill out 'for rags at you
You to the cops saying: How we do?
it's just rap and them lines ain't true
So I just Q, fuck it, menage a two or maybe trois
Baby need a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
smacking, give praise to Allah
Get in my car, Oxymoron

2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, came from rock bottom
the flames, still remain as a top shotta
I no backpack rapper, I ain't no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you ya business then
Cold with it, Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the love us, get a whiff of us
They bones quiver, heard some throwing stones at us
boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, double O five nine -
my family at
Pull up in [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the handyman
And to be real not with all this rapping
competition, wrapped up my position
'Til I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple
Then I'm on them islands with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta keep my feet on top of the
'Cause everywhere I go they like when you dropping work?
Been a since birth
The rap game's pallbearer I'm droppin' the Hearst
I new to this, I'm true to this
Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Nike
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, most wanted
My chargers? Killing MC's without
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab
Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny Biggie
In New York City with Puffy, the sticky
All eyes me, still even the score
Prolly why I'm OT on tour
TDE, believe me we war
I don't know what piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the
We all die one day until then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma so I ain't gon' curse
Still gifted a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby medicine in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And these are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's a balance we battle naturally
And y'all trippin' off of Jay-Z tweets
I still got laps to run when me and meet
Peep Soul number 2
The first one used to make beats for CL
Top got the s550 but the CL
And rolling weed is the time I see L's move
Soul!

[Verse 4: Rashad]
Ay, I think I found my second
Sunny California and ya little nigga brother
You ain't for corners, it's what they told me
So I looked back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we flirt in the
Passing propellers I tell her, tell her we just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and they find us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in I'm a hecklin' menace
is Robin, I'm Given'
Fuckin' my business
He a victim, us regular in women
Uh, niggas, you always cater to sluts
You wasting my time, you always faking the funk
I'm put ya muthafuckin' dream in ya
You keep lookin' for some to be all in ya face
That deep dussy reach niggas, dussy
That Tennessee dussy make a nigga be
You can rap better than me, 'cause you ain't dedicated
You ain't underrated, you ain't looked
You ain't overbooked, you just under
It's to be me and my niggas in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself still as fuck